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I felt like a straight-up zombie. Three weeks of finals, my brain literally mush, surviving on nothing but Red Bull and panic. My best friend Marcus had been texting me for days, b...
The zombie thing started junior year. Not the walking-dead kind—the kind where you show up, go through the motions, but you're not actually there. Inside, something had hollowed ou...
Mia loved her grandmother's garden in Hawaii, where the most magical fruit grew — papayas. One evening, as orange sunset clouds gathered, Grandma whispered a secret. "Tonight, dur...
I'd spent the entire summer reinventing myself. New Maya runs every morning at dawn, even when her lungs burn and her legs feel like lead. New Maya drinks spinach smoothies that ta...
Maya's frizzy **hair** had always been her worst enemy—until she dyed it electric blue at 2 AM the night before freshman orientation. Her mom had literally cried. Her dad just sigh...
Mia loved climbing the giant palm tree in her backyard. Its rough bark scratched against her hands, and the long green fronds waved hello in the breeze. Mia had the wildest, curlie...
Lily loved running through her backyard at night, especially during summer storms. She was fast, but her cat Mittens was faster — a sleek shadow darting between raindrops. Tonight...
Margaret stood before the cardboard pyramid in her living room—a precarious tower of seventy-eight years, each box containing a lifetime of moments. At its summit sat Arthur's fedo...
The woman sat across from me, her hands clasped around a lukewarm coffee cup. She'd brought her dog—a jittery terrier with anxious eyes—who lay panting at her feet, as if sensing t...
The water silenced everything. That's why Mara swam every morning at 5 AM—four hundred meters of meditative silence before the emails started, before the lies began. Her life as a ...
Arthur stood before the fireplace mantel, his hands trembling slightly as they always did now, at seventy-five. The bronze bull figurine — given to him by his grandfather the day A...
Marcus stood frozen in the cafeteria, staring at the pyramid of milk cartons some kid had constructed on the lunch table. Three tiers. Actually impressive, if he was being honest. ...